Betting With Love [On Hold]

Chapter Two: Cold Wars of Literature (Part 1)

A/N: Dedicated to Paris_Girl :) Thanks for being there~ :D xoxo

[Kristen]

Oh. My. God. This school is insane. I’ve been standing behind a flashy red BMW in the parking lot when I saw a huge limo roll up at the front of the school. Who in their right minds would give their high school kid a brand new car that they will probably crash into a pole?!? I said to myself as all the girls ran towards the backdoor, as if they were mind controlled or something. The hell.

The driver got out of the front, and begun to push his through the crowd. Who in the world goes to our school? Some kind of celebrity? I decided to satisfy my curiosity and I moved closer to the mob of hyperactive fan girls, keeping my distance of several meters.

“Ty I love you!” Some girl screamed in my ear. Gosh, if I knew that going death was mandatory here, maybe I would have been more prepared to suffer ear damage. This school is so stupid. Half the fricking people were lacking intelligence. Who in their right minds would obsess with a guy you probably will never speak to in your life?!? I thought as the limo door opened, and out walked a… guy. I guess not just any guy. I have to admit, he was hot, an extremely rich and hot guy.

I watched as he slowly pushed his way through the girls and I caught a glimpse of his eyes and his dark brown hair, his eyes were like emeralds. Damn, maybe this school wasn’t totally dope.

I pulled my eyes off of him, Ty was his name. I think. I started to walk around the school, and that’s when I finally realised how massive the campus was. Nothing could compare to the huge grassy football fields, and not to mention the gleam of the bleachers surrounding the soccer courts. Maybe I would even like this school…

At last, I saw the double doors leading to the office halfway across the football field. Dodging flying footballs, and avoiding cheerleaders, I cross the dangerous yard. I was just about the reach the door as a huge muscular arm reach over my shoulder and pull the door open, nearly slicing off my nose in the progress. I turn around, and faced the same guy from this morning. Our eyes meet, mine against his deep green eyes.

He smiles, and boyish dimples appear in his cheeks. “After you,” he said.

I stood, mesmerized by how confident he was. Then I gave myself a mental slap. Geez, get a grip you dumb girl! I glared at Ty, turned and opened the opposite door. I pulled the door opened, and walked in, just catching a glimpse of his confused face before I walked in.

After you, hah! Who does he think he is? Boy, a pretty face isn’t going to get you to Harvard.

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The rest of my day went okay, I guess, although all of the girls kept on staring and whispering about me. Weird school, did the new kids get picked on or something? I rolled my eyes, and decided to look for the library. Three more turns and twenty-seven steps later, I find myself in calm book-ville heaven.

I hurried over to the romance section, and grabbed out my glasses. No, not granny glasses, those big chunky framed white ones. I skimmed over the book titles, tracing a finger along the spiny backs. Hmm... They have my favourites, Confessions of a Teenage Broadway Star, and Little Miss Advice. but I read it so many times I would puke...

“You should go for a short story. Try The Salty Coffee,” someone said behind me. I whipped around, my hair swished against my cheeks furiously. I narrowed my eyes, “Excuse me?”

The guy smiled, and I finally noticed his warm hazel eyes. He started to talk, “You know, I thought you were looking for a good book.” He moved closer to me, and I could see his amber eyes clearly. “Like I said, if you wanted a short romance, go for my suggestion. It’s cute, and I’m guessing girls like that sort of stuff. Unless you prefer it a little rough, then Gossip Girl’s good.”  He looked smug, to be able to know so much about literature. Oh, never mind. I mentally slapped myself for not realising his accent, a thick layer of English. Top it with tea biscuits and you’d think he was Queen Elizabeth’s grandson. Not that I would know.

Gossip girl. Wait, guys don’t read romance, right?  Apparently I was wrong. I tiled my head towards him, his eyes widened, daring me to challenge him. Jerk.

“Hmm… Let me guess, The Salty Coffee by Pamela something?” I asked, and he promptly nodded. I smirked, “The one where a couple meets over coffee?” I glared at him over the brim of my glasses, daring him to answer.

His face was calm, but his eyes bore all his surprise. “How do you know?” I smirked, is this guy for real?

“That Pamela something is my grandmother.”

He nodded, “O-oh…” He stood there awkwardly, not daring to reply. I nodded, and turned to leave.

“WAIT!” the guy called out and I stop to look at him.

“I-I’m Preston.”

I glare at him, and called out behind out my back, “Good to know.” I left knowing that he was genuinely speechless.

Heh. Serves you right for dissing my vast knowledge for romance books. You don’t know who you’re up against... I thought to myself as I twirled the combination lock on my locker. Hmm, if that was free period just now, that means I have... English next. I did a mental happy dance, and hurried off to class.

Enriched English Language, RM 203, here I come?

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A/N: Sorry, another short chapter... A friend nearly deleted this entire chapter. Hate him for me.

 

Just a heads up, if nothing makes sense in chapters 1 and 2, it will be explained next time :*

 

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